'Sleep No More,' No More

I was 22 the first time I went to the McKittrick Hotel.

I was 22 the second time I went, and the third, too; by the time my 24th birthday rolled around, I had spent almost every spare weekend there.

The McKittrick Hotel is not, of course, a real hotel. Rather, despite its insistent marketing, this New York City converted warehouse is in fact a performance venue: home to the red-velvet, Art Deco–themed Manderley Bar (complete with nightly cabaret shows), a rooftop bar inspired by Scottish witch folklore, and, at one point, a restaurant inspired by 1930s night trains. But at the heart of the McKittrick is Sleep No More, British theater company Punchdrunk’s sprawling, intoxicating dance-based pastiche of Shakespeare’s Macbeth and Hitchcock’s Rebecca.